house. Going to the bar she quickly mixed a martini and poured chilled wine into two glasses she removed from a small refrigerator behind the bar. After placing the glasses on a small tray, she quickly added a bowl of olives and a small plate of diced cheese and small hard squares of French bread.
Carrying the tray easily in the palm of one hand, she pulled the hem of her gown up off her heeled sandals and climbed a spiral staircase to the open loft of the house.
The loft was decorated as a bedroom and study. It was deep in shadows as drapes that completely covered the front glass wall were drawn. They billowed slightly as the evening breeze came through the open windows. The sound of the surf was a soothing whisper in the room.
Carefully setting the tray down on a large carved coffee table, she lit two candles setting there. Turning to the king-sized bed she looked at the sleeping man who was now revealed in the dancing candlelight.
The attractive-looking man was about forty, and at present his tan, well-muscled body was nude except for a terry cloth loin wrap. At present it was unsnapped and the pale region of his right hip and groin were uncovered. The girl smiled slowly as she noted that nearly half of his pubic area was exposed to her eyes. A large bulge revealed the presence of his flaccid penis under the remaining portion of the loin wrap that covered his groin.
The young girl gracefully moved to the side of the bed and looked down at the sleeping man. His muscular arms were crossed at his chest, but not enough to cover the thick growth of blond hair. It was a little darker than the silver-blond hair that thickly covered his well-shaped head and now partially fell over his high, broad forehead.
The girl's interest switched again to his groin and after a moment's hesitation she carefully pulled the remaining half of the covering cloth away from the man's groin.
There in splendid relaxation was a male penis that was nearly seven inches long in its flaccid state. The organ was half as thick as it was long, and, as the girl watched it, her heart beat faster.
She gently sat on the bed near the man's knees, and, without hesitating, she leaned forward and allowed her long, silken hair to cascade from her shoulder to drape across the sleeping cock. A deep breath was heard from the man as he slumbered on. The girl lowered her face to his groin, and her soft pink lips opened to allow her moist, red tongue to snake forward and trace wet patterns on the smooth skin of the man's upper thigh. She worked her way rapidly upward to his now stirring organ and began to lick the wrinkled sack that held the man's two large testicles.
The man stirred and unconsciously spread his legs a little, and thus the girl was able to lower her face between his tanned thighs and again leave traces of her saliva on his upper, inner thighs. His cock was now an inch longer and beginning to assume the shape of a man aroused. It twitched and shook the blanket of hair that covered it.
The girl now gently sucked one of the large nuts and a portion of his hairy, wrinkled skin sack into her mouth and massaged it with her eager tongue. She dropped the soaked flesh out of her mouth and immediately captured the other one.
The fully awakened organ was now rearing its plum-colored crowned head through the girl's hair and finally burst through it to stand nearly straight up from the man's groin.
The girl felt this and released the other well-lubricated testicle. Raising her head a foot off the man's crotch, she looked toward the sleeping face. His brow was now furrowed, and he moved his head from side to side restlessly.
Without further hesitation the lovely lips opened and the red tongue emerged to lave the entire head of the now nine-inch organ. She swirled her tongue around the golf ball-sized meatus. When it was finally glistening with her saliva, she gripped the sturdy shaft in her warm hand, and, holding the warm, man-scented organ steady, she stretched her lips to the maximum and eased the swollen head of his erection into her waiting mouth.
The sleeping man groaned in his half slumber, and his hands traveled down his torso until his fingers became entangled in the girl's tousled hair. The sensitive finger tips explored her pale tresses as her head bobbed slowly up and down, her tongue wrapping the meaty stalk in its wet slick embrace each time she lowered her head to his crotch. One hand held the cock, but her other explored the crisp, thick pubic growth and gently dragged her long fingernails across the tender groin and down to his sensitive scrotum.
His cock seemed to enlarge still further in her hot oral embrace. The meaty crown slid into her constricting throat, and she automatically swallowed to prevent herself from choking and his organ was massaged by her rippling throat muscles.
He was now hunching his hips up to meet her descending lips and his breathing became rapid. He licked his lips and clutched the full head of hair in his two strong tan hands. The girl was mewing soft delightful sounds as his cock emitted pre-ejaculation fluid. She eagerly tasted them on her tongue and then swallowed.
The man was now nearly awake. His mind was conscious of the need his body cried out for. His desire to erupt within the greedy, sucking mouth had built to a crescendo, and the girl, feeling this began to squeeze the large warm balls in her hand.
The man uttered inarticulate sounds and was breathing deeply. His hips pumped steadily, and the girl now quickly began pumping the thick, lower portion of his cock between her thumb and forefinger. Her body heat had increased, and the light perfume she was wearing began to permeate the area around the bed with a heady fragrance that mixed with the natural odors of the rising passions in the room.
'Oh Christ, suck it Jesus… Jesus. Ohhh.'
His words were uttered articulately for the first time. Then his body's resistance gave way and he suddenly opened his eyes wide. He couldn't focus because his complete attention was drawn to the magnificent orgasm rushing from his balls, up the shaft of his large, wet cock, and finally erupting into the mouth of the moaning, sucking girl.
His body arched up off the bed as his sperm filled her mouth. Wad after wad of his salty semen shot from the hole she had her tongue over.
It pushed past the obstructing tongue and filled her mouth. Only a small amount spilled from her stretched, pink lips, descending the pale cock she clutched and then covering her hand. The bulk of the fluid he was spitting into her mouth, ran to the back of her throat and then down into her stomach as fast as she could swallow it.
'Oh God, baby, it's so hot in your mouth. Suck me hard baby. Get every drop sweetheart. OH GOD… DAMN, THAT'S GOOD!'
His head lolled to one side as he watched the pale-blonde head hover over his crotch and felt the tiny love bites on the meaty shaft in her mouth. Finally, her tongue swept across the broad head just once, the nerves there being too sensitive to receive any further attention. The lovely head raised and the girl looked up slowly. There was a sensual glaze to her eyes and small tears of passion in her warm, love-filled eyes. She ran her tongue slowly across her pale-pink lips, and then in the manner of a contented and graceful cat, licked her slender hand clean of the lingering traces of his orgasm. Her lips and eyes then smiled at him.
God, he thought, she's so damned lovely.
The girl leaned over and reached out to the coffee table and picked up the martini.
Offering it to the man she said, 'It's cocktail time, Daddy. I just had mine, now here's yours.' Steve Lark smiled at his daughter, Sandy.
'You know as a minor, you're not supposed to be tending bar. You could get in a lot of trouble doing something like that.'
Stephen Lark and his fifteen-year-old daughter laughed comfortably in the afterglow of the passion they had just shared.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Steve Lark was a man of many talents, unfortunately keening his wife happy wasn't one of them. He did manage to captivate his lovely young daughter though, and as a result of her great love for her father, his life lacked very little in the way of creature comforts.
Stephen Lark had been an excellent athlete in high school and thus won many scholarships and financial assistance during his academic years. He played in the popular sports and was considered professionally competent to go on to the really big money and more intense pressure. Sometime during his senior year though,
